Xavier glanced over at Rae as he was being insulted. "Well I'll be damned, the redheaded freak could speak. I thought he was mute all this time."
He wasn't going to let someone ruin his blissful feast of food. Watching as Allison pulled up the fish guy, he thought with a slight smirk, "I wouldn't be surprised if he thinks we'll kill him in his sleep. This lot looks freaking psycho to an outsider."
He eyed the stranger up and down again. "Or maybe it's the other way around. You never know. Freaks crazier than us wander around the world, looking perfectly innocent. Better eat all this dessert to keep alert",
He reasoned with himself, although deep down, he just wanted to eat it just to eat it. "THIS SUGAR IS KILLING MY BRAINS CELLS",
He yelled in his head, realizing his grasp of reason was failing. Shoving the last spoon full of cheesecake into his mouth, he quickly wiped and made his way up to his room. Maybe he could spy on this newcomer. It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
I have a problem with falling in love with guys who are either fictional characters, live across the pond, homosexual, or are in their 20s/30s.